_Harry._ Yes; here is my father; and my standing out that I am not his son, will rouse him into the heat of battle, ha, ha, ha! [_Aside._] Here he is, madam, now mind how he will dub me 'squire. _Lady Am._ It's well I'm prepared, or I might have believed him. _Enter_ SIR GEORGE. _Sir Geo._ Well, my lady, wasn't it my wild rogue set you to all the Calcavella capers you've been cutting in the garden? You see here I have brought him into the line of battle again--you villain, why do you drop astern there? Throw a salute shot, buss her bob-stays, bring to, and come down straight as a mast, you dog. _Lady Am._ Uncle, who is this? _Sir Geo._ Who is he! Ha, ha, ha! Gad, that's an odd question to the fellow that has been cracking your walnuts. _Lady Am._ He is bad at his lesson. _Sir Geo._ Certainly, when he ran from school--why don't you speak, you lubber? you're curst modest now, but before I came, 'twas all done amongst the posies--Here, my lady, take from a father's hand, Harry Thunder. _Lady Am._ That is what I may not. _Sir Geo._ There, I thought you'd disgust her, you flat fish! _Enter_ ROVER. _Lady Am._ [_Taking_ ROVER'S _hand_.] Here, take from my hand, Harry Thunder. _Sir Geo._ Eh! [_Staring at_ ROVER.] _Rover._ Eh! Oh! this is your sham Sir George? [_Apart._ _Harry._ Yes; I've been telling the lady, and she'll seem to humour him. _Rover._ I shan't though. [_To Harry._] How do you do, Abrawang? _Sir Geo._ Abrawang! _Rover._ You look like a good actor.--Ay, that's very well, indeed--never lose sight of your character--you know, Sir George is a noisy, turbulent, wicked old seaman.--Angry! bravo!--pout your under lip, purse your brows--very well! But, dem it, Abrawang, you should have put a little red upon your nose--mind a rule, ever play an angry old man, with a red nose. _Sir Geo._ Nose! [_Walks about in a passion._ _Rover._ Very well! that's right! strut about on your little pegs. _Sir Geo._ I'm in such a fury. _Rover._ We know that. Your figure is the most happy comedy squab I ever saw; why only show yourself, and you set the audience in a roar. _Sir Geo._ 'Sblood and fire! _Rover._ "Keep it up, I like fun." _Lady Am._ Who is this? [_To_ SIR GEORGE, _pointing at_ ROVER. _Sir Geo._ Some puppy unknown. _Lady Am._ And you don't know this gentleman? [_To_ ROVER, _points to_ SIR GEORGE. _Rover._ Excellently well; "He's a fishmonger." _Sir Geo._ A what? _Lady Am._ Yes, father and son are determined not to know each other. You know this youth? [_To_ ROVER. _Rover._ [_To_ HARRY.] "My friend, Horatio"--"I wear him in my heart's core, yea, in my heart of heart, as I do thee." [_Embracing._ _Sir Geo._ Such freedom with my niece before my face! Do you know that lady, do you know my son, sir? _Rover._ Be quiet. "Jaffier has discovered the plot, and you can't deceive the senate." _Harry._ Yes, my conscience wou'dn't let me carry it through.